Chapter 3 – Beginning of the End. ((This is a Private thread unless you have valid reasons or are invited. Thank you.))
Prologue – This event or part of the story takes place shortly after the attack on soul society was carried out. The actual outcome of the war between the two sides matters very little to what happens here. In the depths of darkness the cold meticulous sound of raindrops cut through the eerie silence, this was not the darkness of night unless it happened to be night outside however in such darkness time becomes irrelevant. It is not that seconds become minutes and minutes become hours that wouldn’t be nearly enough to describe the current darkness. In such darkness time doesn’t simply meld together instead it doesn’t exist at all, it does not flow instead the time comes to standstill with the fear of the world passing you by growing by the second or in your head it does at least. The thought that you are slowly fading away from the world with all your loved ones, friends and even enemies moving on with their lives forgetting about your very existence. That is the true darkness that many fear and struggle against, yet for some people that darkness is in their past threatening to wrap its dark cold talons around their throat as it chokes the very life from their bodies...such was the darkness that this man found himself suffocating in. Strapped securely down to the solemn chair in the entire room the broken withered old man could barely muster enough strength to keep his one good eye half open, while his other eye was nothing but an empty socket with his dry blood doing its best to clot the injury but to no avail. The gaping hole inside his socket hadn’t been made surgically or it had not been done to spare the man any pain in fact it was quite the opposite. From the grotesque nature of the man’s eye socket it looked as though his eye had been gouged out in the most hideous ruthless way possible with the full intention on creating the most unbearable amount of pain one could possible imagine and even then it wouldn’t come close to the amount of pain this man actually felt, his palms bled with the droplets of blood falling from his finger tips pounding off the cold unforgiving floor like rain from the sky. The half dead man may have looked half dead to anybody that looked at his body but he was far from half dead, his soul still burned with the same intensity as before it was as unyielding as it had ever been. The half open eye of the chained man burned with the intensity as it spoke volumes of his personality, one look at the man’s one remaining eye told you everything you needed to know about his resolve...he wouldn’t break even if you stripped him of every piece of his flesh. The arrogance of this pathetic fragile man who was helpless before her and yet still him of all people resisted all her beautiful charms of torture, it was unthinkable that he could resist and hold out against her for all this time. Nobody in this world could resist her if they did then they would no longer be welcome in the world of the living or dead...they would be erased from existence completely down to every last piece. “Seems you have lost your touch...Heh I have suffered worse from women I have fucked.” “Ohh, I see.~” The red haired girl couldn’t help but giggle from the man’s response, the way he resisted her all the way just made her feel so hot and warm inside, she couldn’t help but be turned on by such a ferocious man. Climbing over the top of the man’s lap her warm strong legs nestled over his legs as she sat down just below his crotch, her legs could easily be seen in the short revealing black skirt she was wearing, her lips pressed lightly against the top of his bloody neck while her hands roamed his chest with her nails digging into his skin. He couldn’t resist her advances even if he desired to with the restraints binding him forcefully into the chair even the restraints were a form of torture as they dug deep into his skin the small spikes piercing through his body drawing more blood the longer that time passed. Pressing her warm legs against the sides of his legs she squeezed him tight with her lightly tanned legs which soon felt warmer as they burned with the passion of feeling the man’s blood run down her very own body, there was nothing that turned this girl on more than the feeling of power over another individual. The more turned on she got the more sadistic she became with her tongue brushing over his bloody neck, her teeth nipping at the man’s earlobe before her tongue stroked and roamed around inside before she bit down hard enough for blood to gush down the side of his head and neck, his ear being spat on the floor as she moaned from hearing and seeing him writhe around in pain. As the man bled out covering her short dark black top in his hot blood she rocked back ever so slightly revealing more of her perfect looking body if you didn’t mind blood that was, her rocking back and forth allowed her to teasingly graze over the man’s dick which surprisingly or perhaps unsurprisingly couldn’t offer up any resistance as it soon grew larger and harder each time the girl rocked against it. Her eyes turned from the man as she tilted her head back and to the side so she could see behind her into the darkness as if she was looking directly towards something or somebody which lurked in the shadows of the darkness. Her fingers resting ever so slightly beside the man’s dick with the tips of her nails lightly pressing against it. The man wasn’t into torture by any means but he still couldn’t help but feel a deep urge in his body after being teased and practically molested still his saving grace was perhaps how he drifted in and out of reality, he couldn’t remember what she actually did to him only that he was naked. She leaned in running her tongue all the way up the man’s chest licking the blood from him before sucking on the tip of his finger, with a cute devious giggle she looked like some sort of sadistic demon laughing at her glorious yet vile work. Pushing herself off the man’s lap who was practically keeled over into a pile of bloody crap if it wasn’t for the restraints supporting him he would probably be curled up in a ball or something of the sought on the cold floor then again he would be laying in a pool of his blood so it wouldn’t be that cold. “You don’t taste as good as he does...shame really but playtime seems to be over!” The young looking red haired girl spun around with a satisfied smile on her face, her burning red eyes piercing directly into the darkness as flames rose up from around her arms. They looked to be flames other than the fact they were a blue like color instead of the more common color of fire but this only matched the girl down to the very core. She was hardly like the common girl, she was beautiful, young and yet she seemed to be more sadistic and playful than the devil himself... |
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